November's Wind

perhaps it was the cold november wind that reminded me of the bitter bite the cold touch of death's hands or the lips of someone gone perhaps it was the leaves being tossed about, like a mind unable to grasp the reality of another life, gone so young perhaps it was the trees now colorless, half dressed that reminded me, everything must die perhaps it was the sunset thick black clouds, surrounded by red that reminded me my heart bleeds the same... another life is gone another season's changed another day is gone another scar is born etched forever in my mind my heart bled the same....